13 and Madara x Kakashi
Prompt: Humility is not one of my many virtues
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Kakashi’s breath hitched in his throat, escaping unmasked lips in a desperate gasp. An expletive followed the sound as his fingers tangled in the silky, black hair that tickled his chest and stomach. Kami, breathing seemed near impossible. Against every desire of his body, Kakashi’s grip tightened, lifting the other man’s head. “We’re going to get caught.” His voice sounded far too breathless.
“Where is your sense of adventure?” Madara husked. Long fingers hooked in the loops of Kakashi’s pants, sliding them down enough to reveal the cut of hip bones. With a devilish grin, Madara pressed another kiss over the curling, silver hair that disappeared under the black fabric. Kakashi bit his lip, savoring the tang of blood as he slammed a fist into the tree behind him. “I thought you liked danger.”
Tugging Madara’s head backward again, Kakashi exhaled. “You are more than enough danger already.”
Madara hummed against Kakashi’s stomach, making his body shudder. “Is that so?”
“You’re a war criminal,” Kakashi reasoned, reaching for excuses like flimsy shields. “I’m supposed to be guarding you, not sleeping with you.”
“We can always use restraints if that makes you feel better,” Madara laughed, tracing a line down to Kakashi’s pants. His clever fingers paused at the button, then dropped lower to cup Kakashi in his hand. “I’m not opposed to being rough, either. If that’s what you want.” A sharp nip accented Madara’s words, catching on hard muscle.
A stronger curse slipped from Kakashi’s lips as he leaned against the rough bark. Danger and confidence radiated from Madara in heatwaves that reduced Kakashi to ash, an inferno that he craved as much as he fought. Exhaling, he brushed through the inky waves cascading down Madara’s back. He loved the feel of the strands against his bare skin. Taking Kakashi’s touch as permission, Madara knelt on the grass.
“What about a gag?” The Uchiha suggested, grinning as he popped open the button on Kakashi’s pants. When the jonin frowned, Madara’s smirk grew. “I intend to make you beg, and if you don’t want to get caught, it seems reasonable.” His voice trailed off, heavy with implication.
Coming somewhat out of the haze of pleasure that Madara’s lips induced, Kakashi’s scowl deepened. “I don’t beg.”
Humming softly, Madara leaned in to breath against newly exposed flesh. The warmth contrasted with the chill in the air, making Kakashi’s hips buck forward with their own intent. With another devious smile, Madara curled his tongue against Kakashi’s overheated skin, chasing the sharp lines lower. “You wouldn’t be the first to break under my will.”
“I’m not as easy as you seem to think,” Kakashi mumbled, fighting to hold onto his annoyance. “No matter how arrogant you are, Uchiha.”
Madara chuckled, and Kakashi wanted to curse. The fact that he’d stopped using his lover’s given name revealed that he was struggling to hold back his desire. Madara knew that, and he loved when Kakashi presented a challenge. The thrill of the chase heightened the capture. “While humility is not one of my many virtues, I do have a few redeeming factors,” Madara teased against Kakashi’s thigh.
When Kakashi didn’t answer, Madara’s hands clasped his hips to hold them steady. Glancing up, the Uchiha smiled in a way that made Kakashi’s heart skip a beat. Fire roared in his black eyes. “I’ll show you.”
Less than two minutes passed before Kakashi started begging. In five, he no longer cared who heard him.